She was a lovely blonde, with fine teeth. She had gold and pearls for her dowry; but her gold was on her head, and her pearls were in her mouth.

There is one spectacle grander than the sea, That is the sky.

The last resort of kings, the cannonball. The last resort of the people, the paving stone.

If nobody loved, the sun would go out.

Sublime upon sublime scarcely presents a contrast, and we need a little rest from everything, even the beautiful.

Life is the flower for which love is the honey.

To gaze into the depths of the sea is, in the imagination, like beholding the vast unknown, and from its most terrible point of view. The submarine gulf is analogous to the realm of night and dreams. There also is sleep, unconsciousness, or at least apparent unconsciousness, of creation. There in the awful silence and darkness, the rude first forms of life, phantomlike, demoniacal, pursue their horrible instincts.